Dr. Satoru Gojo had everything a doctor could wish for, his own luxurious practice in the heart of the city, an impressive success rate with his patients, and a charisma that ensured women never missed their appointments. But his most striking feature wasn't just his competence, it was his appearance. With his white hair, radiant blue eyes, and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart, he was not only a top-tier gynecologist but also one of the city's most eligible bachelors.

His practice was modern, brightly lit, and elegantly decorated. Satoru knew how important it was for his patients to feel comfortable. But sometimes, he wondered whether most of them came for the check-ups or just to see him. A prime example of this was Mrs. Geto. She had been to his practice three times this week alone, allegedly due to unexplained complaints. "Your breasts are perfectly fine, Mrs. Geto," he had said, closing her file. "I'm sure you're just overworked." Internally, she drove him insane. She left messages on his voicemail, called the reception desk, and today, she had even tried to slip him her number. As if that would ever work. Her number, like all others, went straight into the trash.

Patients were off limits for him, an ironclad rule he had set for himself. While he enjoyed flirting, he valued professionalism above all.

Despite the unwanted attention and exhausting days, Satoru loved his job. He took pride in helping his patients and treated every examination with care. There was nothing more rewarding for him than telling a woman she was expecting a baby. Well, maybe there was better, seeing the newborn and witnessing new mothers cry tears of joy.

Today was an especially hectic day. His schedule was packed to the brim. He barely had time to take a sip of coffee, let alone eat anything. He was on the verge of finishing his day and was already dreaming about visiting his favorite bakery. They had these little kikufuku, cream-filled mochi, that were his only solace after a stressful day. Hopefully, he'd make it there before they closed. He sighed dramatically. Just a little longer, and then he could finally clock out.

His last patient of the day came with a referral from Mrs. Geto. Satoru frowned as he read her file. "Please, not another one asking for my phone number." His mind began conjuring the wildest scenarios. Oh Dr. Gojo, my vagina really hurts today, you simply must take a look. The thought alone made him feel nauseous. Why didn't some women understand that he was just doing his job?

Sometimes, he even considered buying a wedding ring just to make women think he was taken. But would that even help? Perhaps he should just drop a few patients... Dr. Meier could use more clients, couldn't he? That idea was becoming increasingly tempting.

When the patient entered the examination room, he didn't even look up. If she was one of Mrs. Geto's referrals, she was at least as old as a museum mummy. "Take a seat; we'll begin shortly." Then he heard her voice. God, it sounded like angelic flutes in his head. So calm, so nervous... not mummy like at all.

He glanced up. A quick look couldn't hurt, right? Well, maybe he shouldn't have looked. She was gorgeous, more than that. She looked like a sweet little kikufuku, and her nervous demeanor only made her more adorable. Internally, he cursed. No dating patients, no dating patients. You're a professional doctor, Gojo! And not even this delicate, sugary mochi would sway you. HA!

He put on his most professional expression as she sat down. "Welcome," he said with a charming smile. "I'm Dr. Gojo. Don't worry, I don't bite, unless you brought mochi, then I might be tempted." He grinned at her. "Enough chit chat. Why are you here?"

She explained that this was her first visit to a gynecologist and that she wanted to undergo her first routine examination. Satoru nodded understandingly. It was a bit unusual for an adult woman to have never been to a gynecologist, but it happened occasionally. "No need to worry. I'll explain everything step by step." Making sure she felt comfortable was his top priority, especially for a first-time patient. His tone and demeanor remained strictly professional.

He instructed her to undress from the waist down and take a seat on the examination chair. While she prepared in the changing room, he put on gloves and prepared the necessary instruments.

His thoughts drifted unwillingly to her nervous smile. Focus, Gojo, he scolded himself. This is purely professional. Why does she have to be so sweet, though? Couldn't she at least try to be less adorable? This was definitely her fault, not his.

When she returned and settled onto the chair, he glanced up briefly. "Okay, we'll start now. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know." His tone was calm and reassuring. He helped her position her legs in the stirrups. "I'll start by palpating your lower abdomen, then proceed to examine your vagina and perform an ultrasound. If you feel any pain or discomfort, let me know immediately."

He began the examination, his movements gentle and precise. "Do you have regular periods, or is your cycle irregular?" he asked casually as he continued. These were standard questions he asked every first time patient. "Do you have frequent sexual intercourse?"